The knuckles on Phil Bacon's right hand gleamed white where he gripped the glass. The feel of the glass in his hand helped. What the glass would give him was going to do the job. Three drinks, maybe four, and he could walk the block and a half to her apartment and play out the hand that he had dealt himself. The smiles, the tenderness, the loving words… and the caressing and hard sex. That would be the route with Gloria… all she expected and all he needed.
And then he would be able to go home and sleep, home to his apartment.
He would like to go to his real home and fuck his real wife. She would probably let him. And then she would make fun of him. And the fuck she gave him would be cold and calculating, as it had been ever since the first time she had caught him cheating on her.
Where had it all started? Who had been the first to step out on the other? When would it all end? Would the coming weekend make any difference?
Phil doubted it.
Phil was the type of man that needed more than one woman. Did that make him a heel? He didn't feel he fit that description.
People who knew him considered him a right guy – genial, intelligent, and honest, with a touch of humor sparking his gray eyes. Thirty years old, he was medium-height, with the athletically slim body of a college letterman, dark-haired, rather lean faced and serious.
He was marked for great things in the firm of Harris and Associates. He was, people said, the man to watch. He had just brought a couple of good-sized accounts into the fold and old man Harris had let him know that he was in line for the first upper-level opening that occurred. At that rate, if all went well, he would be a vice-president before he was 40, and by the time he was 50… Well, who could say?
But Phil was far from being a happy man. He let the liquor slide dawn his throat, warming him all the way. He followed the first one with a second quickly and, by the time he was almost through with that, he felt the stuff in his blood, beginning to work on his brain.
Good! That was the feeling he wanted. He didn't want to think when he went to see Gloria. Not think – just feel. It wasn't that Gloria was so bad, though she was common enough… part-time model, sometime lancer, and playmate of many before he had found her.
His main complaint against Gloria was that she had become too serious, and that was something Phil wouldn't permit himself. There was only one woman in the world fin him, really, and that was his wife. He felt certain that they eventually would work out their problems. But now he needed some kicks – sex kicks. And Gloria was the kinkiest lady he knew.
The fourth drink did the job. He moved from the bar to the street and walked the distance to Gloria's pad.
He followed the concrete walk past the pool, which was deserted cm that cool evening, and up the stone steps to the outside corridor of the second floor. He stopped in front of the door marked 'F' and pressed the tiny white button on the wall. That 'F' had always struck him humorously, it seemed so damned appropriate.
Gloria opened the door immediately.
She wore a red sweater, buttoned down the front, and a black skirt, with dusky hose. Tumbling over the red on her shoulders was her long, loose hair that was very dark brown. He liked her hair. It was one of the most attractive things about her. She wore pendulous gold earrings that shook as she moved.
Gloria's face was happy and girlish… oval in shape, the nose a bit too large, teeth very white, and her mouth full-lipped and wide, with dimples at its corners. She had warm dark-brown eyes and heavy brows.
She wasn't too tall, just about right for Phil, and her body was inclined toward plumpness without having actually reached that stage yet. She had told him how careful she had to be of her diet. It was obvious that in ten or fifteen years she would definitely be on the fat side if she didn't watch it. Well, that wouldn't mean anything to him, would it? He wouldn't know her then.
"Hello, baby," he whispered as he took her into his arms, kissed the smooth skin of her neck, and smelled her perfume. She smelled good… just the way a woman ought to… and her body was warm and softly firm against him. He let his right hand slide down from her waist, as he usually did when they kissed, and spread over the fleshy mounds of her ample ass.
Her tits were like two hats, cushiony pillows flattened against his chest. She reached behind him and shut the door. "You've had a few," she sniffed.
"A couple," he said, cupping her tits.
"Can you stay the night?"
"No. I have a meeting in the morning."
"Hey, c'mon. Don't get on my back!" He took her in his arms.
She kissed his ear. "Okay. Just tell me you love me. If you keep saying that, I can't be angry with you."
He lied to her, but with passion, then added, "Want a drink?"
"Let's forget about drinks," she said huskily as she pressed herself closer to him. "Right now, I don't need anything but you."
Their mouths blended while he dropped both hands to her buttocks and pressed her cunt mound tightly against his crotch. Her lips were soft and moist and they tasted like raspberries. Her tongue was anxious and darting. He captured it, holding it lightly between his teeth, then pushed his own against it, shoving it back into her mouth, and he ran his tongue all around it. Their tongues played together passionately as his hands kneaded her soft ass. He worked it around and up and down, feeling the elastic of her panties at their lush under curves. He held one melon-like curve in each hand and moved them lightly up and down.
Finally Gloria pulled her mouth away from his, gasped, and shoved herself back. "Wow!"
"What's the matter?" he asked with a playful smile.
"You're ready, mister!" she teased.
"You think I don't know that?"
She took his hand and looked warmly into his eyes. "Let's do something about it, then."
She led him into the softly lit bedroom and pulled the covers down over the foot of the wide bed, exposing what looked like an acre of smooth, pale-blue sheet.
Phil undressed himself and she did the same. There was none of the frantic scrambling after one another and the pulling at each other's clothes which had marked their first few meetings. They were old hands at this, now.
He still liked to watch her, however… now as she unbuttoned the red sweater and took it off, exposing a neat black brassiere, its cups not too large and just full, not brimming. They tilted saucily upward. She unclasped the fasteners at the side of her skirt, let the short zipper down, and then stepped out of the garment, flexing trim but fully fleshed legs in black nylons.
Gloria kept looking at him as she undressed, smiling, and liking his interest in her. She wasn't ally. She stretched the elastic of her slip, let it down, and stepped from it. Her black panties, sleek and shining, were sheer enough to see through.
She reached around to unclasp her bra.
Phil was just stepping out of his trousers as he continued to watch her. He watched the black satin bra come away from her breasts, slip down her creamy arms, and be gone. Succulent was the word for Gloria's tits. They were softly ripe, full below, but quite concave at the top, giving their tips a particularly outthrust appearance. They didn't have the all-over roundness of his wife's, and neither were they as big as Louise's. But Gloria's tits were good. They had a saucy shape and her nipples were thick and could surge far out when she was fully aroused. They, and the medium-sized crinkly rings that surrounded them, were a dark rose-red. The breasts jiggled nicely with a kind of all-over tautness that made it seem as if they were mounted on springs.
Phil was nude before she was and he sat on the bed and waited for her. When she finally had slipped out of her thin panties and tossed them on top of the rest of her clothes on a chair, he watched her walk around the foot of the bed to the opposite side. Her tummy had a sexy swell to it where it rolled down to the darkness of her pubic bush.
His cock was quickly filling with blood and rising to its full length from his own hairy groin.
Gloria crossed to him and he took her in his arms. Gently he kissed her and took her big breasts in his hands. Then the kiss became harder, more passionate.
Her tits were already ripe with desire, the nipples erect under his caressing hands. Phil bent her back onto the bed and let his hands roam down along the flat planes of her belly to the smooth sweep of her long legs.
She squirmed under his exploring hands. "You don't have to do that," she breathed. "I've been ready since you got here. I want you, Phil darling. God, how I want you!"
Phil eagerly lay down beside her, all thoughts of Louise lost as his naked skin contacted the willing body beside him, a body of his own kind.
She moaned eagerly and turned toward him, her arms going around his shoulders to pull him to her. Her mouth closed on his, and he felt the hot pressure of her tongue between his teeth. His hand moved down her back, sliding easily because of the perspiration that had already started oozing from her pores.
He placed his face between her swollen tits and tasted their sweetness, enjoying the musky scent he found there. Her breath came quicker as he kissed the soft mounds and teased the erect tips with his tongue.
Then the heat hit Gloria's mind and her cunt at the same time, causing an animal desire, the kind of desire Phil loved, to course through her body.
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers as she crushed her pelvis against his groin and mashed the pillowy fullness of her tits to his chest.
"Baby," he breathed, toppled backward by the surprise and force of her lunging body.
"Fuck me, Phil!" she cried, as if in some wild agony of passion. "Rack your cock into my body, fill my pussy with it! I need it, I need it right now, this second! Fuck me!"
She crushed her mouth to his and jammed her tongue into the cavity, using it like a spongy cock to fuck his mouth.
She grappled his hands around her body with her own and placed them on her taut asscheeks. He squeezed the fleshy globes without realizing that she had already stirred the passion in his body by just her proximity. His cock began to swell as he felt her hips grind against him.
He knew that no more fondling was necessary. He mounted her and lunged with an eager surge of passion into her frothing cunt. Her body twisted beneath his in spasms of delight. Deeper and deeper he pumped his cock, until a deep groan of satisfaction burst from her, and he felt her body thrust up against him, to cling and to shudder in sudden ecstasy.
"Again, again," she mumbled. "Again, Phil darling, harder!"
He renewed his efforts, fucking as if he were trying to merge their bodies into one entity. Her excitement flourished again, and her body matched the wild rhythms of his own while the musky smell of their perspiration reached their nostrils and intensified their wild desire.
He felt her nails dig into his back and her heels beat a tattoo on his legs and butt as her passion reached a peak. Her body shook convulsively as she rammed against him bringing her hips up from the bed.
"Oh God, God, I love your cock, darling! I wish it were mine forever! I wish it would fill my cunt every hour of every day! Fuck me… fuck meeeeee!"
"Get on top," Phil said, pulling his meat from her velvety sheath and rolling over on his back.
Gloria straddled his throbbing tool with her body. The soft, juice-matted pubic hairs of her pussy tickled the head of his cock as she grabbed it and ran it up and down her oozing gash.
She lowered herself just enough to rub the knob of his cock between her legs, hoping to put out the fire that raged there. But each rub created an urge for another and another, harder and harder.
Phil was fascinated by the complete attention Gloria gave his cock, oblivious to his presence. Just her and the cock. It almost exploded his orgasm the way she looked at it. But it felt too good to end now, not without knowing what she would do next. She had it in her fist, rubbing it on her pussy and staying down at the union of his sex and hers, making Phil delirious with the urge to grab her and pull her down on the upright spear.
She rubbed the knob harder and faster into her slit, until she had an orgasm, thinking that would put out the fire. But his tickling, throbbing knob made it impossible to stop, even after the orgasm. She noticed that it felt best in a certain spot, bent her head lower to see if she could find it, spread the moist hair so she could see better, and felt a gratifying relief when it nestled between the pink, moist lips that seemed to gobble up the knob. As she lowered herself slowly, she went wild again.
Phil's hands reached up and cupped her aching breasts. Her head was suddenly hot and mushy. With one quick bounce she impaled herself on his cock, sending the hard, throbbing meat into the depths of her belly. It hurt, stung, burned as the spear penetrated her completely, hurt all the way into her, all the time it was in her. But the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure.
She could feel the thick slab of meat pulsing, throbbing deep in her tight channel. She paused for a moment before going into another orgasm, when she felt the hot lava spray the walls of her pussy. She dove on Phil's chest, dug her nails into him and cried, "More, more, more… oowwwww, uhhhmmm, harder, darling, harder… aarrrggghhhhh!" Phil's fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass and pulled her down with all his might, driving his cock up as hard and as deep as possible, his cum shooting into the depths of her belly. Gloria jerked and convulsed with pleasure, drawing every drop of jism out of his pounding prick.
"Uh… Mmmmmm," she sighed as Phil splashed his juices onto the walls of her red hot furnace. Instead of quenching the fire, it kindled another.
"Ohhh, more, more… more!" Gloria's voice came from deep in her throat. "Ohhh, yeah, that's good… good… mmmm!"
It took several more minutes to come down from their mutual peaks. Gloria remained astride his body, his depleting cock still up her cuntal channel.
Phil lay staring blankly up at the ceiling, his eyes a mirror of his now satiated and nerveless body.
"You still love the bitch, don't you?" Gloria said suddenly.
"You know fucking well who… your wife!"
"How can you tell?"
Gloria crawled from his body, her cunt oozing sperm across his belly and thighs, and headed for the bathroom. "A girl can always tell, darling. Are you still meeting her this weekend?"
"Yes."
Gloria paused at the door. "Well, don't bother to come up here again until after the weekend. And, if you spend more than the weekend with her, don't come back at all."